Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.